Got to admit, Sarah was on point—nailed it, in fact. But Amelia didn’t want to accept it. She shook her head. “No way. Even if she figured out the truth about the acid, she would’ve realized it was me behind it. She’d either go to the cops with proof or straight-up threaten me. But she did nothing, so that can’t be it."
Amelia added, “You're just overthinking because you're stressed. Rachel wasn’t that sharp. Doesn’t matter who she called—we just need to stay cautious.”
Truth be told, Amelia never thought much of Rachel’s brains, convinced the girl couldn’t possibly see through her.
And since the boss had spoken, Sarah didn’t press further. Still, the nagging doubt lingered in her gut.
Later that afternoon, Isabella called. She didn’t sound happy. “Why didn’t you come back wi
